MOPS Sale
Hello to everyone.
The MOPS group Rebecca belongs to held its annual clothing and toy sale. This is no church rag sale! This event, in its fifteenth year, is organized and executed with military precision. One does not rummage through boxes. Everything is out, neatly arranged in well-numbered rows with signage. Arrows on the floors directed traffic. People helped you out to your car with your purchases. The operation was a machine, expected to bring in $90,000 plus for this MOPS chapter!
And Hi-Tech too. Every item was bar-coded. The cashiers scanned the items. Computer software alerted contributors of sales commissions.
Rebecca, being out of town this weekend, instructed me what to look for (having helped set things up, she had the intel we needed). Our primary goal was one of those orange and yellow domed-shaped "Flintstone" cars, of which three had been set out for sale. Xavier loves this type of car, so we wanted to get him one.
Xavier and I arrived close to 8:00 and were about 40th in line when the doors opened Friday morning. When we pulled into the parking lot, it was half filled. Within minutes of the doors opening, the place was packed with people. When we left an hour later, the only place to park was the spot we vacated.
Prepped with the location of the Flintstone cars, we headed there directly. Alas, we did not get one. Schools and day cares get first crack at the goodies Thursday evening; all three cars got picked up then.
Xavier did not care. He headed straight for the music keyboards. I still don't know how he knew where to find them, much less see them up on the table a foot and a half above his head. We ended up getting one of the electronic keyboards; he wouldn't leave without one in tow. $4 was a great price for all the noise Xavier can now create.
We continued to walked the aisles. Xavier tried out many items. Anything he stuck with or kept going back to play with again and again, we picked up. This includes a Xavier-sized vacuum cleaner; he liked it more than the keyboard. We also scored a workman's tool bench set. Arr-Arr-Arr!
Once home, Xavier got his keyboard. Now, he carries it everywhere in the house (it's nearly as long as he is tall). He carries it in the most difficult way possible: grabbing it by the left and right ends instead of the top and bottom, thus taxing his arm span and unbalancing his walk. Not too much of a problem for him, however; when he tires, he hands it off to Dad to carry for him. If Dad is not paying attention, he screeches a complaint.